Taking Off Your Mask

Moving In

I turned my phone on as we started to land. I slowly stood up and stretched my legs once people were getting off. I walked myself to the baggage claim and found my suitcase in a few minuets. I walked over to the bus stop and climbed on. It took me over to the car rental and dropped me and a few other people off. I walked in and told the woman that I had a reservation for a 2006 Volvo. She gave me the keys and I hauled my stuff into the trunk.
I drove off with my music playing through the speakers. I quietly sang along, "Pretty little lady with your swolen eyes will you show them to me, I know I'm not that perfect but I swear your perfect to me," I thought that it was strange to have bumper to bumper traffic at 10 in the morning. Usually rush hour is at 12. I sat in traffic for about an hour or so. Apparently there was a crash and people don't know how to survive in this situation. I arrived at my hotel and checked in, "One room. It's just me so i don't care what size bed," I said.
"Okay, now that will be $50 per night for one room with a king sized bed. Thank you for choosing The Hampton Inn,"
"Thank you, have a great day." I said to the woman as she gave me the keys to my room. I walked to the elevator and walked in. 6th floor room 613. Great, the highest floor. The elevator shook and I held onto the rails for dear life. It slowly came to a stop and I ran to my room. I fucking hate elevators. And heights. I slid the key into the lock and it clicked open. The room was giant. It had a kitchen and a nice living room/ bedroom. The desk was next to the window; I walked over to the desk and set my things down whilst looking out the window. I shuddered and closed the blinds.
I opened my laptop and opened up youtube after entering the wifi code. I had a new notification. Thats weird. I haven't gotten a notification in just about a year.
"ONE UNREAD MESSAGE
Cryaotic- Hey, I'm sorry for your loss. I haven't quite experienced the same as you, but I lost a dear friend that was like a sister to me a few years back. She killed herself after everyone found out that she was lesbian. They ended up beating her half to death when they found out. I was on my way to yell at the homophobic pricks when her mother called me. I cried for days, and I didn't go to school for months in fear that they would do the same to me if they found out I was pansexual. When I got back all of them went up to me and they said sorry and that they understood that they were in the wrong. To be honest I was surprised the dim wits could comprehend what she went through. I still hated them, but I haven't seen them since I got into college. But enough with the sappy shit. What part of Florida are you moving to?"
I looked at the screen in disbelief. He actually responded to me? I mean, I know that he sometimes responds to people but I've never seen him talk this way before. I then saw that it was a direct message. No wonder. He would never worry everyone like that. I took a deep breath and replied " I'm moving to Pensacola most of my family lives there so I thought I would get in touch with them again." I hit send and laid down on the bed. I climbed underneath the covers and soon fell into a deep slumber.